[color=FF80D4][sup][h1] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f1/dc/b2/f1dcb2ab695520352e9a1d9500a5a503.gif[/img][/center] [b][center][color=FF80D4]E R O S[/color][/center][/b] [/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=FF80D4][I] Swinger's Club ⇀ Seattle University [/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=FF80D4][b]Mood: FFS[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr] [sup][right] interactions: [@smarty0114] [@Legion020] mentions: [@gothelk][/right][/sup] [indent][indent][indent][color=#e2d8df] The sun filtering in past the expensive silk drapes stirred the bodies curled up in various positions on the bed. The kiss of warmth along bared skin drew a rumbly half-sleep “mmm” from the turning man. The expensive black silk sheets tangling around his legs, running the length of his body and hardly covering his nakedness as he slowly sat up. The unusually bright rays of the October sun danced along his skin, leaving the reminiscent of teasing kisses along his chest. Eros slipped along the length of the luxurious circle shaped bed, tripping only slightly from the sheets that fought against his freedom. Neither of the women in his bed stirred awake, the sight brought a small smirk to the god’s face but he was past the point of letting the reality of his existence stroke his ego. There were much higher feats to reach the edges of his ego, and bringing pleasure to mortals was not one of those things. Eros basked in the sun, standing on his balcony in all of his glorious nakedness, eyes closed and looking ethereal in the golden lightning. The heart he thought he had lost all those years ago thrummed in his ears, and excitement coursed through his veins, today was special. Not because of the conclave, or the bad news sure to be spilled in the university hall, but because of the reunion that was before him. A shimmering, golden memory replayed in his head, a frequent scene of his dreams, but it had not been a creation of his fantasies, though it very much could have been. The Knuckles of his fingers pressed again the skin on his hands as he squeezed them around the stone railing. The taste of the sun lingered on his lips as it slid behind the persistent clouds, he was pulled away from his internal yearning by the precarious stroking lazily along him, [color=FF80D4]“Were you pretending to sleep to get a show of my ass?”[/color] [color=mistyrose]“My favorite part was when you almost fell out of bed.”[/color] [color=FF80D4]“Still have the energy to be a brat? I suppose we should fix that.”[/color] The god of desire was coaxed away from nostalgia through the sounds of giggles and the sensation of euphoria. The showy sun distracting him only momentarily before being swept up in pleasure again. [/color][/indent][/indent][/indent] [hr] [indent][indent][indent][color=#e2d8df] Sometimes the being the god of Desire was more of a pain in the ass than one could imagine. Especially when nerves affected his control over his power. A simple hug goodbye turned into a passionate display of departure in one instance. In an attempt to avoid another time setback he tried the drop-and-run tactic but a brush of a hand against hand turned into a suspension test of his supercar. Thirty minutes late and counting he was finally on his way to the conclave. The first Conclave he’d shown his face at in hundreds of years, and to face gods and goddesses he hadn’t seen in at least fifty. He’d prefer to stroll in pristine and without a hair out of place, but circumstance dictated his designer suit wrinkled from friction, his hair tousled unmistakably by lithe fingers, and if anyone had any guesses past that point the edge of a hiccup stuck out from under the collar of his shirt. Thumbs beat against wrapped leather to the tune of Seattle’s up and coming pop Princess. A tale of nervousness for Eros that he couldn’t quite curb, even after centuries of living. Psyche had always tried and failed to silence the drummer’s soul coming out of him, he was “far too pretty” to be on the backline of the band, no his spot was up and front… but he just didn’t have the voice for it. [color=FF80D4]“You can’t be good at everything.”[/color] Eros murmured as he pulled the car into a parking spot. The usual ache in his chest drew a deep exhale out of his lungs. The stinging behind his eyes followed but it was all routine, the tears had long since ceased, he was supposed to be doing better, moving on, turning a new leaf and all that. But times like these when he needed a little more courage than what he owned that ache echoed a bit too loudly. [color=FF80D4] “And it turns out I am good at nothing, my love. [i] You[/i] were the infallible one.”[/color] Eros turned his face towards the sky letting his eyes flutter close, just taking a moment for himself in the empty parking lot. The chilly breeze slipped through the sleeve of his expensive suit and when his eyes opened they landed on the fluttering wings of a butterfly moving ahead of him. Eros let out a small chuckle, taking in another deep breath and steeling himself for whatever shit show he was working on and thanking Psyche for always reminding him, [color=FF80D4] “Forward, always.”[/color] The hallway was empty leading to the hall, a foul smell wafting from the room. A man and dog entered before him, the door opening and shutting issues the war cry of a deranged banshee… haha jk it was the theatrics of Hera. The name made him shiver, and almost turn around but he kept going, he had already rescheduled appointments to be here, no turning back now. Eros exhaled another breath as he opened the door, the scene that unfolded as he did so burned a fire in his eyes. The man that had taken everything from him stood, pointing a gun in the direction of another. [color=FF80D4] “Ares.”[/color] The single name was issued with a flurry of emotions, disappointment, disdain, sadness, and his eyes showed all as he couldn’t look away from his father for a moment. When he did he noticed the full room, a trio of sleeping gods, a small group of pissed off Egyptians, stragglers of small pantheons, and then his “family”. They all shared faces of horror and anger and sadness, Eros had missed the bomb the Morrigan dropped, but he didn't come here really to hear what she had to say. This was an excuse to show his face after a century of being gone. Eros’ eyes finally locked onto the shining face of the man who would not exit his dreams. Even through the disgust and anger towards some gods in the room he was able to crack a seductive smirk and issued a wink before his face stoned over his thick arms crossing over his chest his gaze returning to his father, [color=FF80D4] “All these years and you haven’t changed? Not even by a small measure? Pathetic.”[/color] [/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]